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Thursday, July 30, 2009

I believe that part of being an adult is being able to let go of petty things, truly not giving a fuck what people think or say about you and coming to grips with the notion that vengeance is a retarded notion that isn’t really worth your time.The problem with all of this is that you have to keep going through shit in order to prove that you can handle it all like an adult.You know what I mean?Like, you can’t very well know that you’re able to let go of stupid shit unless stupid shit happens to you.

For instance – my friend Shalaria.She’s got some stupid immature beef with me and would rather put me on blast on one social network or another because she mad I’m through with the bitch.That shit don’t make no sense to me – meanwhile …

Bitch makes me laugh.I had no idea I had such an impact or was that important.I really wish she would just get a grip and not give a fuck.Like me – and my grown ass, I don’t give a fuck.

Do you see ME putting her on blast all over blogger?Nooooooooo.No you don’t.

Cuz I can let things go.

Do you see ME trying to get revenge and saying stupid shit about Shalaria?Things like she’s immature and way too concerned about what the fuck I’M doing when she should really just be living her own life?Noooooooo.You don’t.

Cuz I don’t do the whole vengeance thing.

I’m much too grown to be dealing with this nonsense.TOO GROWN.

Do you see me losing sleep over what she’s thinking about me or saying about me or blogging about me or tweeting about me??? Nooooooooo.

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I can't stop marveling at how we're not even remotely related (except maybe by our Taino & Spanish forefathers) but are fucking TWINS!

And um...not to quarrel with your grown ass or nothing, but, um... you kinda DID put her on blast just now. You know, by putting her name up and telling y'alls bizniz, but you know, do you... I'm just sayin...

PS- I wish I could be like you when I grow up, except for that nasty cigarette habit.

JACK on Twitter

I was on twitter - and now I'm not. The nostalgia wore off in less than a month. It's just something else to do, another account to take care of, another password to remember. And SOME of you mother fuckers tweet like it's court ordered service - I can't be bothered with keeping up with how many of you took the public bus instead of the train or how your conversation went with the hot dog vendor. In 140 words or less: JACK don't like no twitter.